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((Werewolf said it was alright to open a new thread instead of piggybacking onto the old one, which looks to have some life issues. ^_^;; so uh. Here we are.
It's...a Barracks. They look....Barracky. *ramble* **would have cut/pasted the old descriptions but there wasn't one.**))

Rayale's (R'ale's) arrival

He felt rather darned old to be here...that was probably what was bothering him, he considered, as he sat down on the edge of the bed, ruffling his dark brown hair with one hand. He felt old...and big...and clumsy...and very very nervous. Excited too, but definitely nervous. Really what were the chances a dragon was going to actually impress on him?
"Well someone sure thought one might..." He mutters, chewing his lip. He feels very out of sorts compared to so many here, not a tall man, shorter even than his sister, and his other brothers, including his adopted brother. G'dor...Gotta remember he's G'dor now... His adopted brother had already been bonded to a dragon, and he'd never expected to also be tapped to even be considered for it. He was short, stocky as a watch-dragon, a very square framed soul that even looked slow...though truth be told he was perfectly capable of surprising people by being faster than one might expect...but he was still so....
Dragons were graseful and beautiful, like they could swim through the air. Swimming, that was a good analogy, maybe he'd seem a bit less of an oaf if he was actually bonded to a dragon and flying...
Rikk, the bronze flit he kept, made a bored sound and stuffed his head into one of Rayale's pockets, seeking food. All this deep philosophical conversation wasn't nearly as interesting as food. Or maybe another flit. Maybe a lady flit....yeahhhhhh. Lady Flits....mmmm. Lady Flits AND food......good stuff....
Rayale grins slightly as he moves to retreive the bronze from his pocket. "I fed you already...give it a rest..."

"Just me at the moment..." The man rises, young, but still a bit old, at least in his eyes, to be a candidate, but one never the less. He extends a hand to the new visitor. "I'm Rayale...one of the uh...candidates." He smiles at this, one of those rare smiles that extends to his dark brown eyes. "I guess they're all kind of hung up on food, aren't they?" He chuckles, nodding at the flit. "Flits I mean..."

((So I should just continue my rp from the old thread here?))

Caleten headed back to the barracks, thats where she awoke and a good starting point for her search. Slowing her steps even more, she heard voices. Her hand kept its grip on her left upper arm as the shoulder stayed an inch from the wall. Just her luck that there would be more then one person there, looking around the corner she spotted them. Oddly, they had what appeared to be tiny dragons with them.

Leaning against the wall in a very male-ish fashion, she watched the creatures, more interested in them then those that were talking. Making not a sound, she prepared to turn and start her search not being keen on speaking with a male in the least.

As Rayale spoke to her, she turned, the smile gone. Frist she looked in his direction, not really looking at him. Then she looked to the person indicated no reconiton on her still features. Casuly, completely on her own accord and time, she looked back to him. Her hazel eyes met his brown in a strong gaze more of a challenege kind of look. By the look of him, he could be a fighter even if he looked more like a type of person that perferred to joke around..else didn't know what to do with his hair and appearnce. Speaking cool tone she remarked, "I am looking for where the runnerbeasts are being held. I am Caleten."

Speaking nothing of the last question, she completely ignored it right after she saw Kahlin. The fact that there were two males in the room, she moved little and when she did, it was deliberate.

She did not think ill of Rikk's actions, instead she completely blamed Rayale. Standing up, she looks at him solidly, and responds with the same cool tone completely brushing off his offer of friendship, "You don't know what I need to know, then I'll find it on my own" She was miffed that he didn't know what she wanted to, then again it didn't surprise her. She didn't care much about him, but enough to wonder why he was in the candidate barrack.

Perhaps he was a candidate, some fun-loving blue would be his style. Nothing of threat to her, she decided and any interest she had into who he might be was gone. Who bothers with a male if they aren't a threat or of use? Not her, she had other things to do. The only reason she was still there was that she held hope that Rikk might come by again.

Then she came up with a solution, some beasts are sensitive to how their caretaker's were being spoken too. Therefore, she rolled her shoulders lightly and said, "Well met, Rayale." That was as much pride as she'd bite, if Rikk didn't come well she wasn't going to do more.

Caleten looked to Kahlin, an indignant look on her proud face. "I am quite capable of finding what I am looking for on my own. Also, my name is Caleten, there is no lady in front of it." Her right hand balled up a moment then relaxed. She saw his actions as an insult on her character, and if she had a good chance, she call it as well. Her tone was a slight bit condecending and just as cool as when she spoke to Rayale, perhaps a bit more so.

Caleten blandly spoke, "Politeness requires having a sense of the person your trying to be polite to." Now she was trying to be discretely rude, but what he was doing was questioning her ability, in her mind. Still, she remained calm awaiting another slip up for more justified remarks.